Screaming Ascent from Chaos

My brother spent ten years writing an epic fantasy novel. I loved it. I did quite a bit of art for it over the years, and when he asked me for a series of sketches which could become a calendar, I was delighted to oblige.

The penultimate “Sketch” of my series is one which continues to stir a faint swelling of pride in my heart every time I look at it.

Many of my sketching commentary has involved cringing, and rightly so. I believe that the analysis of one’s work is an excellent way to learn from it. But this was one of those rare moments when all of the things I had learned along the way manage to pull together into something that resembles beautiful art.

I kept it simple and subtle. I made it poignant. To me, it was one of the most elegantly sorrowful moments in the whole novel, and I wanted to show it with as delicate a touch as my clumsy fingers could manage.

And I would like to give a hearty thanks to Senshistock over at DeviantArt.com for her fantastically varied poses which she has offered to the world.